Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Searchers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.